Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.